CLERIHEW BY STARLIGHT

 

Boris Johnson stood transfixed at dusk

In a garden where the breeze was brusque;

His head thrown back to see the stars,

Avoiding a sentence he had to parse.

 

For the evening held a sharp surprise,

Luckily, with no Moon's rise.

He thus beheld celestial sparkle,

A speedy diamond with which to startle

 

The astronomically uninformed

Who fail to become the early-warned

By ignoring NASA's “Spot the Station”

Available to all, even on vacation.

 

And so it was, with effortless skill,

He spied the Station climb gravity's hill

To its Zenith where, within Earth's shadow,

It disappeared, save for watchers aglow

 

With wonderment that, all things considered,

This two-minute show comprised a blizzard

Of light and speed. Said he “'Twas lucky for me,

A revelation of evening's sky, and free!”

 

Chris Hubbard, 2020.